Under the Bashō 2023
Haiku
Editor: Marilyn Ashbaugh (current)
Previous Editor: Kala Ramesh (2013 to August 2023)
the night stung
by countless coconut palms -
Scorpio winds
May's first
full-moon-tipped candles-
Buddha purnima
hot loo wind
old Delhi monuments
obscured with sand
Thrissur pooram
when fireworks burn up
the April sky
nishagandhi...
tendrils of fragrance
scent my dreams
rising heat —
the heady smell of mint
in chilled golgappe
summer party
welcome trays of jaljira
stir up the chatter
drought
outside every hut
b s of hope
o l
w
early showers
a date on the calendar
marked for surgery
poornima
the fullness of my breast
wears a scar
scent of turmeric
does time heal
everything?
in the kitchen
the old kettle whistles . . .
shooting star
the sailor sleeps
aboard the submarine
Milky Way
breezy day
holding the stare
of a black cat
eye of the storm
the pigeons scatter away
from the sidewalk
midnight
the blade cuts the pill
in two
scent of rose
finding myself
writing
hint of spring
the long-legged spider walks
across the woolen cloth
freebird . . .
a man wearing headphones plays
air guitar on the subway
flying sparks
depth of winter . . .
wolf tracks erased
and rewritten
decayed bones . . .
the mountain's shadow
holds its breath
preening
the edge of twilight . . .
black swan
lotus pond . . .
a koi ripples
the universe
dandelion seed . . .
a wish inherits
the wind
polar vortex . . .
from sun to moon
the wind's teeth
windswept . . .
magnolia blossoms
gone too soon
heat lightning-
a coconut vendor 's machete
rips the skies
first to rise-
watching the morning light
sweep the kitchen floor
pallanguzhi
the filling and emptying
of life’s coffers